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The brown martian mouse pushed his yellow footpaw down, antenna twitching, and sighed as the tongue finally came out to lick at his toes. Underneath him was Throttle, with those green glasses covering his eyes as they stared at the other martian's red ones. Matt had been more than happy to help fix the other mouse's bike, as it was damaged badly enough that only a martian engineer could fix it, while being rather quiet about what the price for it was. Just five minutes with his rank footpaws on the biker's face, what harm could that cause? Throttle was seeing that for himself. The timer on the garage table was still ticking away, maybe halfway done, and the mouse was already licking eagerly while his nose huffed the sweat. How long had those yellow footpaws been inside those work boots? It smelled like he'd never bathed, but somehow that drew Throttle to them more.

Using his yellow paws, Matt removed his oil-stained denim jacket, keeping his ears focused on that slurping tongue, and unbuttoned his jeans. Without any undergarments, his knotted shaft sprung free and bounced in the gentle breeze that filled the garage. He wobbled and pressed down with his footpaws, working the work pants off himself, and let them drop down his legs as they cleared the stool he sat on. With a smirk he removed his footpaws just long enough to kick the jeans away.

With an unsuppressed whimper, those green covered eyes followed the kick and his arms twitched to grab them. They stopped midway and returned to rest on his black vest as his eyes flicked back to looking at the ceiling. Matt saw it though, if his smile was anything to go by. He pressed his footpaws back down again, this time on both sides of that muzzle and rubbing them up and down. Throttle was practically purring like a cat, his glasses were bobbing up and down to reveal his eyes were closed, his large round ears tilted slightly away which made his earring jangle on the floor, and his black nose was wiggling as it sniffed. He pressed the arch of his yellow footpaw onto that nose and rubbed it, chuckling as he felt the fur wiggle from the breathing.

He felt the tongue wiggle out again and start grooming his fur, so he sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the table with his head back, though his cock was still bobbing and leaking in the air.

Ding!

Of course, right as he got comfortable. He pulled his footpaws away, almost having to unstick them from brown fur, and left them dangling in the air. Throttle blinked a few times and sat up, grabbing his head and rubbing the back of it. As he turned to look at Matt his eyes locked onto those footpaws, one still wet with his own saliva.

"Well, paid in full, you are free to leave but you're also welcome to stay for more." Matt smiled, grabbing his dick and stroking it slowly.

"No thanks, bro," Throttle stood up and took a step away, then stopped. His tail was low and whipped around, his paws clenched and unclenched, his antenna twitched. "Fuck bro, how did you make me like that?"

"I just have a talent for bringing out the kinkiest side of everyone, and the submissive side too." Matt's grin never faded as he lifted one of his footpaws. "My offer still stands of course...."

Throttle stared at the brown pads surrounded by yellow fur, even his tail stopped moving. He could still smell them from here, but it was faint compared to having his nose buried in them. He turned to face Matt again, his nose flared as he took a deep breath, his tail hung low and started to curl around his leg. He nearly slapped himself in the face as he caught his pink tongue licking his lips. He turned his head away, shaking it slowly, but his boots thumped on the ground to carry him forward. Whimpering, he turned his head and his eyes locked onto those footpaws once more. He knelt with a loud thump and stuck his nose back into the arch of that sole.

"Good Bro," Matt said, lifting the other footpaw up to the brown martian's face. Grunts and sniffing was all he could hear Throttle doing, but he could feel that wet tongue exploring every crevice of his footpaws. He kept his soles moving around the brown face and ears, working the saliva-sweat mixture into his hair and fur. He wasn't going to let him go until the stench of footpaws was all anyone could smell on him. The biker shuddered when those yellow toes brushed against his antenna but didn't say anything, but his head would tilt towards them a bit when they pulled away again.

"Now if you think those smell nice, try pressing your nose to my balls." Matt said as he lifted his cock up and bounced his balls in the other paw.

Without a chance to think about it, Throttle scooted forward and shoved his face into them. His eyes watered from the thick, spicy musk that inflamed his nose as he breathed. His blue jeans were very tight on him now, his own red member had started snaking down one leg, leaving a wet trail as it went. He took deep breaths through his nose and then panted them out as quickly, the stench fogged over his thoughts and filled his mind with lust. His antenna twitched, his toes clenched and stretched in his boots, and his tail swished low and slow across the concrete floor.

Matt had to brace himself against the table he was leaning on when the other mouse pressed into him. His free paw came down to the biker's head, fingers weaving around red antenna, and held him there. Moaning at the feeling of breath on his nuts, he reached up with his footpaws and began rubbing the large lump in those jeans. Throttle gasped and whimpered under him, and his cock responded by dripping pre onto the biker's brown hair. He rubbed his yellow paw against the antenna slowly, stroking them and scratching as they twitched. His footpaw mirrored the motion on the trapped member, and with martian mouse antenna being as sensitive as they are, Matt was watching the clothed mouse's body shake and attempt to stay still while that nose buried in his sac huffed his stench.

Throttle was overwhelmed, the scent and feel of being underneath the other martian mouse was like he'd given up a remote control for his body. Even if he could keep his glasses on, he couldn't see straight, his ears were low and pulled back, and his tail was flicking its tip around rapidly while the rest of it was still. His pride cried out for him to stop and leave, but that musk set something in him ablaze.

"Strip." Matt said, pushing the biker back enough that he was free.

His clothes did feel so restrictive, and his paws were already pulling his vest off. The other mouse kept pushing him away from the musky crotch, because the closer he got to it the slower he was taking off his clothes. Eventually he stood up, unbuckled his jeans, dropped them down to his boots as he untied them, and then kicked them off to some corner of the garage. The next moment he was trying to press his nose back into those light brown orbs and was guided there by yellow paws. He heard the mouse above him sigh happily when his black nose nestled between the orbs and the shaft, and his own throat was almost purring. The paws on his head merely held him in place now, the cock above his head throbbing but untouched, and the footpaws lightly brushing his own cock. Their wetness was from his own tongue, but these had a stronger scent.

Throttle opened his muzzle and extended his tongue, running it through the thick pubic fur. The martian mouse above him moaned loudly and rubbed both of his footpaws on throttle's dick in appreciation. The flavor that hit his tongue was sweaty and thick and coated his tongue in the taste. He moaned and pulled himself forward, still gloved paws resting on the other mouse's thighs. The yellow paws went back to rubbing his red antenna and those yellow footpaws took his member between them and started pumping up and down. His tail swept the ground in long arching motions, his ears were low and back to give better access to his antenna, and his toes stretched and curled. He opened his muzzle wider and took one orb into it, suckling on it gently while rolling his tongue against it.

Matt moaned with a smile on his face. He had a feeling the martian biker would enjoy huffing his musk, and he was hot enough that a more permanent relationship would be more than agreeable, so now it was just up to the mouse sucking his balls to decide. Might as well show him everything he had to gain from it along the way. He took both red antenna into his paws and slid his fingers up and down them in opposite rhythm, his yellow footpaws squeezed the head of that shaft while his toes drummed it's base, and his tail crawled along that muscled light brown body to map out every curve.

Throttle shuddered, the masculine taste was strong but starting to wane. What had he even smelled like before meeting this fellow martian? He couldn't say, he only knew that he wanted more, wanted an even stronger scent. He was afraid that if he kept this up he'd lose himself in it, but why the fuck was that idea so arousing? He pulled back, letting the testicle in his maw pop out, and shook his head to clear it. However, his eyes were still fixed on that large brown sack. Whining, he pushed forward with his muzzle wide and his tongue grabbing at the pair. With a few moments of struggle, he managed to fit both in his jaw. He grunted but rolled his tongue around both of them, drinking in everything they had to offer.

Matt smiled wider, kneading the cock between his footpaws. He humped the light brown face between his legs, leaving trails of pre as the head of his cock slid past the red antenna. When he did see those red eyes behind green glasses, they were out of focus. He moaned loudly, swearing, at the warm muzzle that was worshipping his nuts. He pulled the biker's head back, there was some resistance and his nuts were still being suckled on, and once he had dislodged them, he then lined his cock up with the still open maw. He pulled the head forward, gripping around the light brown ears, and sunk his large cock balls deep. Throttle gagged, spit flying out of his muzzle, as it pushed all the way to the back of his throat. Matt growled loudly and pulled him off.

Matt planted his sticky yellow footpaws on the floor and slid the stool away, holding the other martian mouse's head still. He leaned over, pushing his dick back into the open maw. He shivered at the gagging sound, pre shooting out, and bowed his legs around the kneeling rodent.

"Get ready, I want to see how much you can take." His yellow paws rubbed the biker's ears, earrings jingling. He waited one moment and tilted his head. One minute later and throttle hadn't moved but hadn't said yes. "Well?"

Half of throttle wanted to run, the other half wanted nothing more than to say yes and let the mouse have his way. His head was still swimming in the hazy musk of the fellow martian, he felt dizzy and relaxed with a burning in his loins. Was he drunk? Right now, though, the one thing he really wanted was more, fuck what it meant. Throttle nodded, a little awkwardly with a rod in his maw. The paws on the side of his head pulled him closer as the hips inched forward. The shaft was already at the back of his throat, but the pressure made him slip down another inch. He snorted a moment later as the cock retreated, taking a big gulp of air.

It wasn't the fast pace he'd expected at first. Matt pushed in, holding the large cock at the back of his throat until he relaxed, then pushed firmly to stretch out his muscles. Once he'd gotten just a little past the previous cycle's depth, he'd pull out and let throttle breathe a moment and pull his head back onto the shaft. Throttle gagged every time, but it did get easier. The member steadily leaked pre, except when he gagged, then it fired off a blob and throb. The pre-cum had already coated his tongue, turning the musk he'd cleaned off saltier and mixing with his saliva. The mixture of pre and spit was drooled out onto his chest, legs, and dick, even starting a puddle on the floor. He focused on his breathing, holding it when his throat was being expanded and taking deep steady breaths when it was clear. It was oddly relaxing.

It was hard not to fuck that tight throat as hard as he could, but he didn't want to hurt the fellow martian. If anything, he wanted to train his new friend in many kinds of kinky things. He pushed as far in as he could, moaning lowly at the feeling of a tight throat swallowing his member and held it there. He waited for throttle to cough and try to pull away before pulling out. He waited a moment for the martian mouse to catch his breath, running the head of his member around those lips. Once he had regained some composure, throttle pushed himself forward, suckling on it. Matt smiled wide, pushing harder on the ring of tight muscles, and they opened for him.

If throttle could have moaned, he would have. Instead it came out has a half whimper half groan. He did it, his nose was pressed against the mouse's pubic fur and he had swallowed the whole shaft. His own cock bounced in his lap and his tail whipped about behind him. He felt the other mouse shuffle his footpaws around, then pull his head back. For a moment he could breathe clearly and sucked in air, then he was pushed back down onto the shaft. The next moment his nose was pressed into the pubic fur once again and pulled right back. A steady but slow rhythm formed where Matt was fucking his face, and every time it was a little easier to deep throat him.

The taste of another male, the scent of his rank fur, the feeling of those yellow fingers gently squeezing his antenna as they held his head, and even his gagging sounds were turning him on. All his life he had fought against tyrants and freed everyone he could, but now here he was being controlled and submissive and enjoying it. It felt like he'd awoken a whole new side of himself that was craving every bit of life it could get. He placed his paws on the other martian mouse's hips and helped him thrust harder into his throat.

He felt something odd though, the base of the other mouse's dick was swelling. Every time he swallowed the whole thing his buck teeth were pushed a little further away from his lower teeth. It happened for a minute before it grew too wide to fit in his muzzle, making him pull back out of the other mouse's grip. "What's that?"

"Oh that, just some harmless body modification, I gave myself a canine knot." Matt pushed forward and began rubbing his member over Throttle's face. "I'm not sure it would fit in your muzzle, so just squeeze on it when I tell you to, alright?"

"Alright then," Throttle caught the top of the knotted shaft and began bobbing up and down the cock again. He got to the point where his lips pressed on the inflated flesh, and the tip of the rod didn't press as far in as he wanted. Now that he was used to deep throating it all, it felt oddly empty without the whole thing. The difference this time was that they were working together to fuck his face harder and faster. His saliva splashed everywhere when his nose bumped the knot, though he knew it wouldn't fit he kept trying to get the shaft deeper by pulling those hips to his face, and he let the mouse on top have full control of how his head moved.

"Now! I'm gonna-!" Matt yelled. Throttle moved a paw from the martian's backside to the knot and squeezed hard. He pushed his muzzle as far down the member as it would go, until his lips touched his fingers. The mouse's yellow paws gripped his ears tight enough for them to hurt and roared. He could feel those hips jerk and the urethra of the shaft bulge out with each shot of seed. He tried swallowing in time with the pulses, but it leaked out the corners of his maw, he felt a few drops hit his throbbing shaft. He coughed a few times as Matt pulled back to let him breathe but the paw he kept on those hips didn't let him move very far away and kept that cock in his muzzle.

"Mmm, Throttle," Matt moaned and jerked when that tongue touched his over-sensitive dick. He rubbed those large ears, making the other martian mouse's earrings jingle. Fuck, if he stayed like this he'd be hard enough to fuck throttle's face again. "I need to piss, I love your affection, but I don't want to push you more than you're comfortable with."

Throttle stayed where he was, his stomach feeling fuller and somehow fluttery while his ears burned. He didn't want to let the mouse go, now that he found this part of himself, he feared never acting on it again and life just going back to normal. However, what would the bros think of him if he stayed? Or if he came back enough that there was no guessing what was going on between the pair of them? But he was an explorer, a man of the open road, to not see where this road would take him just want his style. Drinking piss though? Was that really what he wanted?

"Alright, last chance 'cause I can't hold it anymore." Matt said and then sighed.

With all his acrobatic prowess, his instincts told him to freeze. A moment later, a stream of hot liquid filled his muzzle and he swallowed without thinking. His taste buds were flooded with the salty, musky flavor, it tasted like an even stronger version of the scent of the mouse's pubic fur. It took a few eager swallows for him to accept what he was feeling. He fucking loved it. He wrapped his lips like a seal around the cock and let it fill his maw. Just before some would leak out, he'd swallow several times and then let it fill again. Soon the flow had slowed to a trickle and he started sucking on the shaft like a straw, gulping down the last dregs of piss from the other martian mouse's bladder. Once even that was dry, he was pushed off that now very stiff dick.

"Well, well, seems like you are into drinking piss. And being dominated," Matt said as he pushed on the biker's head with his footpaw, making him kneel lower until his nose was pressed against the other yellow footpaw. Matt chuckled. "You know what, I think I have something for you."

Throttle straightened up a bit too look at the mouse. He had sat down and was rustling through a drawer. Those footpaws were still hanging in the air in his face, and he took the chance to sniff one of them, making the mechanic chuckle.

"Here it is." Matt pulled out a black leather collar with short, stubby metal spikes. "This collar is just for you, if you choose to wear it. It means you belong to me." Matt smiled as those large ears took on a hint of red. "Yep, my own biker to do with as I please. Not to say I won't let you keep hanging out with the bros and saving the world, just something to show the world I own you. And you come back to me for more of this kinky shit you love. What do you say?"

Throttle stood up and stared at the collar. His stomach was very full of piss and jizz, but it still felt fluttery from the sight of it. A new fork in the road of life. He wanted to take his time, sort out what he was feeling and think through the consequences of accepting this. But he knew what his choice would be after all that, the same one he'd make now.

"Yes, Master." He reached out and grabbed the dark leather, it matched the shade of his vest. It felt very heavy resting on his neck, and he fumbled more than once trying to get it on, but once it was secured tight it felt like it was barely there. He looked back up at Matt, at Master.

"Very good slave," Matt saw how that word made throttle shiver a bit. "For your first reward... " He turn around and leaned on the table, pushing his ass out and his tail high into the air. One of his yellow paws came down with a loud slap on his butt cheek and then helped the other spread them to show his hole. "Fuck my ass as hard as you can."